"I remember riding on the back shelf of my Dad's Isetta!"
Did he win it on American Bandstand? A head-on collision would have been seriously serious. Boy, how I wanted one.
But Dad bought me a seven-year-old Mercury and made me paint out the name on the rear fenders.
Nope. He bought it with his munificent pay as a junior officer in the US Army. He used to work on engine on the kitchen table, much to mom's disgust. Mom and Dad rode in the seat, my sister and I on the shelf...